He Chang looked at the bluestone path he paved, and he felt very satisfied.

After being stunned for a moment, he squatted down, took out his mobile phone, and began to chat with Lu Ban privately.

"Luban, are you there?"

"Here, what's the matter with He Daxian?"

"I want to ask, about the next level, how to practice yourself?"

"Practicing oneself is about the cultivation of essence and spirit, and the emphasis is on refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods!"

"It's too profound, I don't understand!"

"In general, what is important is a state of being extremely void and keeping quiet, if you can reach this state and have some understanding, you will be able to refine and refine qi, refine qi and transform gods!"

"I still don't understand!"

"Daxian, with your understanding, you shouldn't!"

"To put it more bluntly, simply and crudely!"

"Well, it is to achieve a state of self-forgetfulness, forgetting everything around you, forgetting all the trivial things, forgetting the whole world, and forgetting yourself!"

"Okay, I kind of get it, so how do I practice!"

"He Daxian went to find the book immortal Sun Yuheng, he is a Taoist priest with a clear mind, he should be able to help you!"

"Okay, thanks!"

He Changzai sent Lu Ban a bag of two hundred, expressed his gratitude slightly, and then began to chat privately with the book immortal Sun Yuheng.

"Sun Yuheng, I want to enter the realm of self-cultivation, is there any good way?"

At that end, Sun Yuheng looked stunned, saying that he didn't expect He Changzai to be just a cultivator in the realm of enlightenment.

The next moment, he thought of an explanation, reincarnation and recultivation, and his heart suddenly trembled.

After being stunned for a moment, he sent a few gifts.

"This is Guo Pu's twenty-three poems of the Wandering Immortals, as well as a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a musical puppet with a complete collection of Taoist songs, as long as He Daxian copies these twenty-three poems of the Wandering Immortals, he is hopeful of practicing himself!"

"Thank you, little red envelope, not a tribute!"

After He Chang clicked on the confirmation, a real poem of Youxian appeared in his hand, which did not turn into a streamer, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a puppet wearing a Taoist robe and looking like a fairy.

There are a lot of papers this time, there are tens of thousands of them, unlike the last time I grabbed a red envelope, I only grabbed a pitiful one.

He naturally refused to ask for so many things for nothing, so he sent Sun Yuheng a red envelope of 1,000.

He Chang was looking at this exquisitely crafted music puppet, thinking that this thing cliff was undoubtedly made by Lu Ban.

After examining the puppets, he took them to the bottom of the mountain spring and gathered them into a small crystal clear pool.

Putting things aside, a piece of rice paper was spread on a large bluestone, the ink was poured into the inkstone, and the ink was studied with an ink strip to open one of the poems of the Wandering Immortals.

Holding his breath, he was silent, dipped his pen in ink, and began to copy.

The font on the book is not the now simplified Chinese characters, but the line book.

This kind of calligraphy has the advantages of both regular script and cursive script, which is both neat and clear, and lively and lively.

However, the disadvantage is that people who are not free and easy enough can not copy the charm in the meantime.

Although calligraphy and painting have a lot in common, He Changzai knows Danqing, but it is not easy for him to copy this fairy poem.

I think it's unsatisfactory, and no one writes it with charm.

So, the brush was set aside on the inkstone.

I took the music puppet, turned on the button behind it, and listened to Taoist songs.

"There are many troubles in the red world, persuade the gentleman to be well, a fantasy and a dream in the world, and finally smile alone......"

I have to say that the sound quality of this music puppet has nothing to say, it is enough to abuse some music mobile phones, a bit similar to the meaning of real people singing in your ear.

He Chang was listening to this Taoist song, and he felt a little brainwashed, and he hadn't reached this kind of profound realm.

So, I turned the button and switched to a song.

"Treat your long hair to your waist, tie your hair into the Tao, pull the green silk into a bun, don't teach the red dust to disturb each other, and go with the cave and the clouds, but the remaining round of the moon is good......"

"This song is not bad, continue to copy, freezing three feet is not a day's cold, I shouldn't panic!"

Accompanied by the singing, He Chang was silent and copied the poem of Youxian again, he planned to copy one article today, and the rest would be copied slowly later.

Jinghua Ranger Cave, hidden in the mountains and forests. Zhumen He Zurong, not as good as Penglai.

Linyuan Qingbo, Linggang Danyi. Lingxi can dive the disk, and the ladder can be climbed.

There are proud officials in the lacquer garden, and Lai's has a wife. If you advance, you will see the dragon, and you will retreat to touch the domain.

Outside the wind and dust, Chang Xie Yiqi.

Before you know it, the sky has turned into dusk.

And there were more than 100 poems on the ground, and the clear water in the inkstone pond in front of him left a faint ink mark.

At this time, Si Xia, who was shooting the scenery on the side, inadvertently saw He Chang writing by the pool, and couldn't help but walk over with the camera.

She saw that He Chang was focused and concentrated, and she was embarrassed to disturb.

Just stand in the distance, quietly watch, shoot.

Suddenly, the sailors in the live broadcast room suddenly exploded and typed and discussed.

"Is my male god writing, his expression is so focused, I like it so much!"

"Oh no, my heart is pounding, is this the feeling of heartbeat!"

"As the saying goes, the Mo Shangren is like a jade, the son is unparalleled in the world, the temperament of the little brother's writing is far beyond this sentence, he gives people the feeling that he is an immortal!"

"Is my male god going to become a fairy man, it's really love, love!"

"Have you noticed, the water in the inkstone in front of the little brother has turned a little dark, it seems that no one's success is easy!"

"I think of that sentence, the flower of success, people only envy her current bright......ness!

"Yes, we only see the glamorous and versatile surface of the little brother, and we don't see the efforts behind him at all!"

"You see that the little brother writes a lot of things, it seems to be the same, he doesn't seem to be satisfied with what he writes!"

"Sure enough, people who are self-disciplined and have high requirements for themselves will succeed......"

......

At this time, Xie Hao, a modern calligrapher who was watching the live broadcast, looked at the words He Chang was writing, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed:

"The lines of this word are long, slender, short and thick, light and heavy, alternate shades, majestic and steep, beautiful and vivid, it is really a good word, the old man has written a lifetime of words, and he has never written such a good word!"

Just when Xie Hao was admiring the poem of a wandering immortal written by He Chang.

He glanced up at the sky, and felt that his writing was not free enough, so he casually threw these fairy poems on the ground into the water, packed up his things and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the live broadcast room was boiling.

"Little brother, why did you throw the ink treasure you wrote into the water, such a good word, it's a pity!"

"Handsome guy, I know you are a person who pursues perfection, in fact, I am too!"

"Little brother, I especially like a sentence from Fenghuo: Even if this son of a bitch's life tramples me into a mess, I can pinch out a dog tail flower for you, can you help me write it!"

"Male god, I don't want much, three words are enough!"

Xie Hao looked at the soaked paper in the pool water and felt that his heart was dripping blood.

At the same time, I admire He Changzai's spirit of pursuing only high-quality calligraphy works and high quality.

I decided to bring my disciples to visit in person and ask for advice.